Curtain above hoping on an anarchy anchor,
Murmur of cockatoos still,
Pursuing withered frogs in a lake of utopia strike.
Anchor is always above the water.
One cockatoo still,
Sings,
Prays,
Preys,
Dilates, echoes, weeps..
Frogs are dying with a rhythm of dew breeze,
Curtain is crystallized.
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